Chapter 331: The First [Teleportation] Airborne Operation on the Continent
The Nilfgaardians are going crazy.
They had long known that Lann possessed a strange teleportation magic similar to that possessed by a senior warlock. This highly mobile magic allowed the evil lion of Cintra to snipe many army leaders with his amazing sword skills.
Therefore, the Nilfgaardians are now on guard against Lann, and even this time the marshal personally used himself as a bait.
Anyone who knows something about war can see that in the northern war situation, if you want to win with less and more, you must assassinate the highest commander of Nilfgaard. Now that the army is approaching, the Mennonite Marshal is sure that the Lannister will not be able to resist this temptation.
They even made a complete plan, including the two dragons that the Lannisters might bring and other possible spellcasters.
The only flaw in this plan is that if the Lannister is greedy for life and is afraid of death, it will make all preparations useless.
But that's not a big deal. Once Nilfgaard completely controls Lyria and then captures Aedirn, Nilfgaard will have plenty of time to take care of Cintra after the war begins.
More than luck or misfortune, the Lannister didn't exploit the only "loophole" in the plan.
The good news: The Lannister didn't cause trouble for the Marshal's future, and he showed up just as planned.
The bad news: The help Lannister brings is different.
...
Lan used the seal of summoning cold wind to clear the area around him.
Nilfgaard used magic, magic-blocking golden arrows, and even siege crossbows to attack him.
But then, a huge, dazzling light spot enveloped him. It was as if someone had built a luminous wall around Lann, which could withstand all attacks without hesitation.
It felt like throwing a few rocks into the mountain, and it was hard to even hear an echo.
Then, the huge figure with the shining light slowly stood up, and the Nilfgaardians realized that the light was actually the shape of a giant.
Some experienced warlocks have begun to tremble, and the chaotic energy in their hands has begun to become disordered. Thinking of Lann's close relationship with the Skellige people, they had a vague guess.
Ice giant?
No, this is no ordinary ice giant.
The dazzling emerald light gradually extinguished, and what appeared in front of everyone was a monster that combined primitiveness and civilization.
He has a body that is taller than the city wall, but instead of showing ice-blue muscles that look like icebergs as the warlocks expected, his skin is covered with steel.
The Nilfgaardians looked from bottom to top: iron boots, greaves, knee pads, leg armor, axillary scutes, arm armor, gauntlets, breastplate, neck guard, and even helmet and mask. This giant can be said to be Armed to the teeth.
Perhaps due to the rush of work, or because it is too huge, this giant set of armor looks relatively rough in workmanship, with no texture or carvings. It feels like it is just trying to wrap iron around this terrifying body.
But the armor is made of solid materials, and every forged arc fits the ice giant's body, ensuring his mobility to the greatest extent while providing faithful defense.
Coupled with the body that can make people fear at a glance, the armor produced by simple forging technology gives the giant a wild and vicious beauty.
As for flexibility? Not needed at all.
Dragons cannot wear armor due to flexibility issues. After all, they have to fly in the sky.
But the giant is different, he just rushes forward. Heavy steel will actually increase attack power.
In the entire continent, and even among all intelligent civilizations, there is only one place that has the capital and technology to build such a damn thing.
Dwarves of Mahakam.
Suddenly, several thoughts began to intertwine and collide in Menno's mind, and an idea emerged. He suddenly felt that the soldiers rushing to the front line of Leiria might encounter obstacles, but soon he felt that his concerns were a bit ridiculous.
What else in the world can stop Nilfgaard's heavy cavalry?
The marshal's thinking did not last long, and soon a roar that was enough to knock people out of their brains poured into his ears.
"Me! God!!"
The ice giant let out an earth-shattering roar, and the cold wind began to soar in the battlefield.
"Boom" a huge crossbow hit the ice giant's chest hard, causing the huge body to tremble slightly.
The soldier who was able to recover from the shock in time at this pass is worthy of praise, but there was no joy on the face of the soldier who fired the crossbow.
Instead he started moaning.
"The sun is up... It feels like hitting a city wall..."
The first crossbowman's attack made everyone react, and the tooth-aching sound of the winch spinning was accompanied by the suppressed sound of breaking wind. Continuously launch heavy crossbow arrows, accelerating them to a terrifying level.
This is enough to shoot down the giant dragon from the sky.
But there is nothing that can be done about the giant.
Some archers tried to shoot the magic-blocking golden arrows, but most of them were deflected by the cold wind and could not advance even an inch. The attacks fired by a few strong bows could not break through the thick armor.
They didn't know that even if they broke through the armor, their arrows would be difficult to penetrate the giant's skin.
"Don't waste the magic gold! Leave the giant alone! Aim at the Lannister!" the commander of the archer group made a prompt decision.
But how can we ignore the giant?
The warlocks only felt a panicking wave coming from the huge body, and unimaginably huge chaotic energy was surging.
Sparks burst out in the giant's hand, and an iron rod thick enough to serve as the main beam of the castle appeared in the giant's hand. The tail end of the iron rod is also connected to an anchor with an iron chain - it is the kind of ship that is heavy enough to stabilize the ship and prevent it from being carried away by the turbulent currents when the ship wants to stop sailing and be lowered into the sea. anchor.
This was originally the tool used by the Ice Giant in the Skellige Mountains, but later being possessed by a fallen druid caused the Ice Giant to briefly change his fighting instincts and instead chose to fight with oak sticks.
But now, it's all back!
And it becomes stronger!
The ice giant held the iron rod in one hand and put the anchor on his head with the other hand, whirring like a windmill, and then -
"Boom"!
It was like a mountain collapsing in front of my eyes!
"Disperse! Disperse!!" The commander let out the shrill scream that he thought he would only emit before he died, "Disperse them all!!!"
"All siege equipment is aimed... Poof!"
Lann didn't even raise his head after transforming into an ice giant. He didn't care about the seven or eight meters of stone and soil rising up behind him, as well as the human body mixed with it.
[Teleport] Continue to cast.
Druids, sorceresses, and witchers emerged from it. Mossack led all the spellcasters, and as soon as they landed, they burst out with tyrannical energy as if they no longer needed magic power. Storms and lightning spread around them with them as the center, destroying the Nilfgaardian warlocks. The troops were in disarray.
Perhaps they are not as good as Nilfgaard's warlocks in terms of quantity, but they are definitely far superior in terms of quality!
The demon hunters started to cast the [Quen] seal on themselves, and rushed in under the cover of magic from behind. If they were royal advisor-level warlocks, they might have taken a detour, but these unscientific warlock soldiers faced the close enemy. The demon hunter who is still alive has no choice but to lead the way and be killed.
With a "Crack" sound, blazing lightning struck. Geralt rolled to avoid the magic with quick eyes and hands, and took out a delicate hand crossbow from behind with his backhand.
With a "poof" sound, the unlucky guy who sneaked up on the white wolf couldn't even release the protective shield and fell to the ground.
Lambert pulled Geralt up from the ground, accelerated along the track cleared by the advance of the ice giant like a running wolf, then crashed into the pile of warlock soldiers, and threw a few [Demon Demon Blockers] with his backhand. Golden Bomb].
Some people dodged, but more warlock soldiers suddenly began to breathe painfully as if their throats were being strangled.
Immediately, bear-headed and wolf-headed steel swords slit their throats one by one in tacit cooperation.
"Ha!" Lambert shouted excitedly, "We should let the old man Vesemir come here too!" "
Without magic power, these guys are worse than drunkards on the roadside!"
The demon hunter fighting alone He was most afraid of falling into enemy lines alone, but this time of collective fighting gave Lambert an unprecedented sense of relief.
This is the way a demon hunter should fight!
Fringilla Weige looked at these mighty demon hunters with a gloomy face, and when she raised her hand, there was a bolt of lightning that was far beyond ordinary.
With a "buzz" sound, a protective shield as thick as the earth blocked Lambert's sneak attack.
The wolf sect demon hunter looked at Jie Long standing in front of him in fear, and almost capsized in the gutter.
Jeron, on the other hand, looked at Fringilla and Ashley thoughtfully: "These two sorceresses... seem to be captured back?"
At the same time, Ashley var Anahin was already in Fuling The portal has been quietly opened behind Gila, ready to retreat at any time.
They have no intention of fighting to the death for Nilfgaard.
——
"Alba——!" Major Nilfgaard heard the roar of his soldiers before they died, "Forward! Alba Division! For His Majesty the Emperor!"
He did not hear what followed, a standard lion The Shougang sword penetrated his chest with a crisp and clean movement. Then the soldier who drew his sword continued to run forward without looking back, ignoring this officer who might be able to earn a lot of military exploits.
The people of Cintra never killed the Nilfgaardians for military glory, they just wanted to do it and had to do it at the same time.
Not far away, in addition to the Three Lions flag, there was also a silver lily flag fluttering in the wind, and there was also a legion with chaotic equipment but whose members were all bloody.
They had just experienced a fierce battle and were currently cleaning up the battlefield.
As Marshal Visekid rode forward, several men wearing blue striped armor blocked his way.
"Let him in." The voice of the Temerian King came from behind the blue-clad iron guard.
"Thank you for your help." Marshal Visekid dismounted after approaching and saluted the king of Temeria. "Temeria's help is a surprise that we did not expect."
Foltest The king turned around, his noble profile that could be printed on a coin, and looked at Marshal Visekid.
Before he opened his mouth to answer, the first moment he cast his gaze, he was irritated by the lion emblem on Visekid's armor, as if he had seen something dirty, and turned his head back in a hurry.
He can't see this now.
So King Foltest just nodded slightly to express his gratitude.
Marshal Visekid frowned slightly, but for the sake of the overall situation he could still tolerate this level of contempt. When he was young, he saw many different kinds of nobles and kings who had no idea what they were called.
"Marshal——" Not far away, a horse came towards this side, and on top of it was a heroic female officer.
It is the commander of the Freedom Corps, Colonel Julia, nicknamed "Little Beautiful Cat".
"And Your Majesty - I send you my regards." Before being stopped by the blue-clad iron guard, Julia took the initiative to dismount and salute.
"Tell me what you found, colonel." Before Marshal Visekid could speak, King Foltest raised his jaw slightly.
The king did not address her as "ma'am" but by title. This was a sign of respect, and perhaps also because of the other person's clean clothing - at least there were no lions.
Julia glanced at Marshal Visekid, and reported the findings of cleaning the battlefield under the gesture of a frown but a nod.
"This is a great victory, but after all, it is because there are not many enemies." Julia said firmly, "There are only infantry here, and the flag is only the 'Black Condor on White Background' flag. There is no doubt that they are the [Alba Division] , and he is an infantry member of the Alba Division."
"If this is the case, the situation is very bad. Our interrogators here have gone through some very efficient torture..." Julia glanced sideways. Shivering psionicist Kenna.
"We learned that the Vinonda Division, the Magne Division, the Frunzberg Division, the 2nd Vicovaro Brigade, and the Verihed Brigade have all moved north, including the previous 7th Dellani Brigade and Nawu Sika Division, this is the strength of the entire Fourth Cavalry Army." "
And the Third Army only has a few thousand infantry left, and all the cavalry are heading north." Julia watched Marshal Visekid's expression change. Severe, "The situation of Duke Lannister and the coalition forces over there is not optimistic."
Foltest snorted coldly, and the Temerian soldiers behind him gathered one after another: "In other words, if so many of us come, the result is just to attack. Did you just get rid of a few infantry?"
He shook his head and suddenly asked Julia reservedly: "You seem to be very familiar with the composition of Nilfgaard's legion?" "
I graduated from the Military Academy. ." Julia didn't care, as if this was not worth mentioning at all, "I am a professional soldier, these are the basic knowledge that Keville's soldiers need to master." Foltest frowned: "
Keville ...Forget it, that’s something that will happen in the future.”
“Since the enemy’s main force has already moved north, let’s not delay any longer and try to arrive before Miwei and Demavi are defeated so as to form a pincer attack.” “
Sint Pull people, people of Kovir, we will set off immediately to let the Nilfgaardians know who is the real one in the north..." "
Your Majesty." The marshal did not let the Temerian king take over the command naturally, "We One hundred soldiers need to be left to take care of the wounded."
"What?"
"To take care of the wounded, we have a medical team. The people of Sintra will not abandon any citizen." Marshal Vissekid refused to give in, "I know Tai The Morians do not have medics, but if you have any wounded, we can treat them together." "
Then, we will go north."
Foltest and the gray-haired old marshal looked at each other for a moment, and snorted coldly: "This will take a lot of time. Your Duke is still on the front line." "I
hope the Nilfgaardians won't beat him too hard ." Tragic!"
Marshal Visekid showed a smile that made Foltesti hate: "You don't understand the people of Cintra, just like you don't understand the Lions."
(End of this chapter)